The three of them walked through the ruined highway. But the monsters were nowhere to be found.
After defeating the BOSS, it turned out that the monsters had indeed disappeared.
It was still noon and the hot sun was shining on the ruined city.
The three of them walked silently without saying anything.
In six days the world they knew will be destroyed.
Those words echoed so clearly in everyone's head. Even the first day hasn't started yet and everything has turned out .
Clyde figured things would only get more difficult. Not only Clyde but Asqa and Sonya felt that way too.
But both girls were relieved to have Clyde by their side.
For whatever reason, Clyde himself felt that having a Healer and another comrade who could attack would be quite useful.
Clyde knew he was strong enough. But it's still the Prolog and there are still six more days for this apocalypse.
Then after those six days, he didn't know what will happen.
Will the world really end then they will die? No, that's not possible.
Clyde thought there was some purpose to all of this.
The world you know will end in six days.
That's how it sounds at the beginning of this apocalypse.
'The world you know. Does that mean there will be a new world created?' thought Clyde.
He didn't think long. Even though a new world would indeed be created later, he didn't think that the new world would be any better.
The world that humans still live in will never be ideal. Clyde is also human and he is aware of his flaws.
Suddenly there was a car coming from the opposite direction.
The car was a roofless sedan in black color.
As soon as he saw the three of them, the driver of the car slowed down.
They were a group of three men and one woman. They all carried their weapons.
"Only three of you?" Ask the man driving the car.
"Yes," Clyde replied.
The man looks at Asqa and Sonya. Then back towards Clyde again.
"I heard there's a BOSS around here," the man said. "But once we got here, there was no sign of that BOSS. What happened?"
"Someone's beaten the BOSS," Clyde replied.
The man furrowed his brow. The three of his colleagues also gave a reaction that was not much different. They look confused.
"I don't know," said Clyde with a shrug. "Try checking on the subway. It's a Checkpoint so a lot of people are gathering."
The man thought for a moment. Then after seeing the approval of his three friends, he nodded.
After that, the car started again leaving them.
"Why didn't you tell the truth?" Asked Asqa innocently.
"That would be very troublesome," replied Clyde. "Come on."
Asqa was still confused by Clyde's answer. But Sonya immediately spoke to her and distracted the girl.
Sonya and Asqa spoke quite casually as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.
Clyde was grateful that there was another girl so he wasn't too awkward being with Asqa.
Unfortunately, his inability to talk to a girl greatly hindered his progress to make them his trustworthy companions.
That roofless sedan could no longer pass through the ruined highway.
The four people also know that this is all the result of a fight.
"That's very strange," said Mona, the only woman in the group. "No one should be able to overcome the BOSS in the Prolog other than us."
"Yeah, you're right. Too bad we showed up in another city," Eric said as he looked all over the place.
"Even so, I'm a little grateful because it means that not many people died. That guy said that there were still a lot of people on the subway, right?" Reed - one of the men - said.
"But who can beat that BOSS?" asked Rodney. He was the man who was driving the car earlier.
The question left the three of his friends speechless.
"Could it be..." Mona mumbled. Even so, her voice could be heard by her three friends.
They all turned to Mona as if thinking the same thing.
"There are other Regressors besides us?"
Regressor. They are people who revive again after death.
However, they will only come back to life at the beginning with the knowledge they gained before dying.
Those four people were Regressors who had lived through this apocalypse until the fifth day.
But they always die before reaching the sixth day.
The four of them had repeated all these five times. And they knew what would happen until the fifth day.
Each time they regress, it becomes easier for them to complete Chapters.
But on the fifth day, there was something they couldn't beat and always sent them back.
This time, for the sixth time, they were repeating everything from scratch. But something strange happened.
The BOSS in the Prolog has been defeated. It never happened before.
"It could be," said Reed. "In the beginning, I thought I was the only Regressor."
"That might be the case. Don't you guys feel weird about those three teenagers?" Asked Mona.
"Yes, the three of them look too calm. Especially the young man dressed in all black," said Eric.
"Could it be that he is the Regressor?" Reed asked.
Rodney was silent and thinking. The newly created variable means that the situation could be out of control.
And the variable that can beat the BOSS is a big variable.
"What should we do?" Reed asked Rodney.
No one formalized it but they acknowledged Rodney as their leader.
Rodney looked in the direction they came from. The three teenagers were already gone.
"It's too late to follow them. We should have done that earlier," Rodney said. "Now we better head straight to the subway. I'm sure we'll see them again."
His friends immediately agreed and they walked again towards the subway.
"We might as well stay there tonight." Sonya pointed to a motel in front of them.
Clyde agreed to her proposal and they headed toward the motel.
They find an abandoned motel. The condition of the motel was not exactly good.
There was blood splattered in several places along with body parts and corpses.
In addition, the furniture has also been overturned and destroyed.
However, some rooms are still locked. As soon as Clyde forced the door open, the room was still clean and tidy.
"This place is pretty good," said Clyde. "We can rest here."
"Do we can only just wait?" Sonya asked worried about tomorrow.
"I guess so," answered Clyde, as curtly as ever.